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My Week in Sketches

7:27 AM

Starting with September 11th, not August 11th as the date shows. I labeled the first 11 days of September with an "8" accidentally. In my mind, August and September have the same "personality" and I can never remember which month has which number. I kid you not, the way I figure it out in my head is that I know JC Chasez's (from the boy band 'N Sync) birthday is August 8th, and I know it's 8/8. Half the time I can't remember how old I am, but that fact I remember. Sheesh.

I went camping with my friends last week and on our way to the campsite, we happened to spot two other cars from our group at a rest stop, even though we weren't caravanning. It was just a fun, unexpected meet-up at the park where all the kids could run around for a little while.

On the first day we were there, I snuck away for an hour to play guitar up on the mountainside, which was really beautiful. It felt like I was playing on the edge of the Grand Canyon or something.

The next day we went hiking, and found ourselves a little bit lost in some aspen groves. It was so pretty, and I've never been so happy to be lost. ﻿

My friends and I went for a short hike on the last day, and it felt like we were on top of the world. We had lots of fun taking dramatic "I conquered the mountain"-type pictures. Oh, and "pretending-we're-falling-off-the-side-of-a-cliff" pictures, too.

The five-hour drive home flew by due to sleepy children, snacks, and good conversation.

Back to work! This was my first day in my new office, and it seemed like I had to search through five different drawers every time I was looking for something.

I was torn between going to bed early (since I was still exhausted and almost-sick from camping) or staying up until 10 to see the season premiere of "New Girl" and "The Mindy Project." My compromise with myself was that I could stay up later if I exercised while I watched. So I sort of did.

I babysat my friends' 4-year-old on Wednesday, and he was so pleased to see that we were both sitting cross-legged at one point. I love when little things make a kid happy. And bonus points for him using the phrase "criss-cross applesauce."